XXXIX. ! The Catholic who hears that vesper bell, For with the calm and sober thoughts of even XL. Gualberto had been duly taught to hold Each pious rite with most religious care, And-for the young man's feelings were not coldHe never yet had miss'd his vesper-prayer. But strange misgivings now his heart invade, And when the vesper bell had ceased, he had not pray'd. XLI. And wherefore was it that he had not pray'd? XLII. Troubled at heart, almost he felt a hope That yet some chance his victim might delay. And now he knows the man so much abhorr'd, His holier thoughts are gone; he bares the murderous sword. 66 XLIII. The house of Valdespesa gives the blow! And prostrate at the young man's knees he fell, XLIV. At that most blessed name, as at a spell, He felt cold sweat-drops on his forehead start, XLV. He raised Anselmo up, and bade him live, XLVI. He ran with breathless speed,―he reach'd the door, For grace vouchsafed; before the cross he fell, And raised his swimming eyes, and thought that there He saw the imaged Christ smile favouring on his prayer. XLVII. A blest illusion! From that very night The monk's austerest life devout he led; And still he felt the enthusiast's deep delight, And seraph-visions floated round his head; The joys of heaven foretasted fill'd his soul, And still the good man's name adorns the sainted roll. |